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Empty for more than 90 years, the pedestals in front of the Central Library now have a residentor two, depending on
how you
are counting. Peter Shelton's "thinmanlittlebird" is the name for the towering figure on one side and the punctured
puff on
the other. Before I get to them, though, perhaps a little history might be in order.

Falling into the category of "everything old is new again," the story behind the empty pedestals concerns budget.
When the
Central Library opened in 1917, Paul Cret's design called for artwork to be placed on the platforms, but there hasn't been
so much as a New York Public Libraryimitating pair of lions perching there because money ran out. The library board
hoped
that a philanthropist would pony up the money for something to place there, but that didn't happen.

Until about five years ago, that is, when the Library Foundation was asked by the library board for some ideas for the right
art to front the building. A committee was formed, including the heads of the Indianapolis Museum of Contemporary Art and
the Indianapolis Art Center and philanthropist Ann Stack, who would eventually fund a large chunk of the project (no public
money was used).

Bret Waller, director emeritus of the Indianapolis Museum of Art, headed up the effort, leading the committee to narrow its
choice to 50 artists, then winnowing that to four, who were paid a fee to come up with a proposal. Ultimately, they chose
Peter Shelton, an internationally known artist, with works in a long list of collections, including New York's Museum of Modern
Art and L.A.'s Museum of Contemporary Art.

Apparently, nobody said the work had to be totally original. When it comes to the littlebird side, what we seem to have gotten
is the latest in his very similar series that includes "godshole," "amberring," and "fatpinkring"basically,
other flavors
of donuts at different angles. As for the "thinman," he's very closely related to Shelton's "fourleg"
"frogleg" and "alarms."

Many artists have go-to elements, of course. The question is whether the pieces now and in perpetuity make sense in our recently
reimagined Central Library. More than a free-standing piece (or pieces) of art, the work has to fit into not just a building
front, but also into the visual idea created when the new building was wrapped around the older one, standing behind it, supporting
it, sheltering it.

The new work doesn't make any impact when viewed from the American Legion Mall looking north. Look out your window while driving
by on North Street and you won't even notice them. Trees on the mall block all but the tip of the "thinman" side.
And if you
approach from St. Clair Street, you might think a tornado has mangled an antennae tower.

Up close, it's easier to see that this is a human form, with long, thin limbs, all four of which anchor the piece to the pedestal
(Of course, if you know the title of the piece, you immediately get the human form, but it's presumptuous to assume that the
name of any public work is known by more than a few).

It suggests our primitive side, perhaps, and maybe our rootednesseven though those roots look pretty fragile. At the
top,
the head at first just looks small. On closer inspection, though, it appears severed off. What to make of that image fronting
a library? And of the appearance, from the side, that this being is walking forward, away from the building?

Maybe the answer is on the east side, where it's impossible not to think of a giant hovering chocolate donut. It's attached
to the building wall rather than the pedestal, giving it the feeling of an illusion at a Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum.

"littlebird" is perched at an angle, making it more difficult to see as the nest the artist seems to be implying
(He's even
attached the titular bird-tiny and out of proportion-to it). But there's also the un-nest-like hole in the middle. From a
distance, there's also the hint of a gaping mouth, mid-cry. If the proportions were different, a case might be made for this
being the disembodied head of the gentlemen on the other platform.

All of which adds up, for me, to a big hmmm.

It certainly works better in context than it seemed to from the initial renderings. But I'm still not sure if, five, 10, or
20 years from now, "thinmanlittlebird" will inspire and impress more than it does now.

___

I suspect that brilliant acting in the New York production helped push "Rabbit Hole" into its position as 1997's
Pulitzer-Prize
winner. I suspect that because, while solidly written, the play itself challenges no assumptions, upsets no sensibilities
and makes no provocative revelations about life or death or anything in between.

That's not to put down its achievement. "Rabbit Hole," in the Indiana Repertory Theatre's nearly impeccable production,
proves
itself to be patient, smart and often surprisingly funnybut also a very safe look at how members of a family attempt
to move
forward from the accidental death of a child. Given the subject matter, I wasn't surprised to run into at least three IRT
subscribers who told me they were going to skip this one.

They needn't have worried. The script, by David Lindsay-Abaire, isn't out to shake anyone up a la Peter Nichols' play
"A Day in the Death of Joe Egg" (which deals with parents coping with their severely handicapped daughter), the
film "Ordinary
People," or any of dozens of novels that deal with a similar subject. I recall being more shaken by, to name two, Lynn
Sharon
Schwartz' "Disturbances in the Field" and Anne Tyler's "The Accidental Tourist."

"People want things to make sense," bluntly states one of the "Rabbit Hole" characters. And we know from
square one that sense
may never be made of such an accident. Actors Lauren Lovett (think Ann Curry crossed with JoBeth Williams), the flailing,
can't-take-your-eyes-off-her Gwendolyn Whiteside, and IRT anchor Priscilla Lindsay stand out in a fine cast. The design is
impressive and the directing solid. It's not IRT's fault that the play itself has been over-praised elsewhere.

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Harry joined IBJ in 2006, having previously served as editor-in-chief of Indy Men’s Magazine and, prior to that, senior editor of Indianapolis Monthly. A native of Wildwood, N.J., Harry has written for more than 50 publications including Variety, InTheatre, TheatreWeek, Dramatics and Mental Floss. His 30 published books include The Encyclopedia of Guilty Pleasures, Kid Culture, Creative Block, and The High-Impact Infidelity Diet: A Novel. The latter, co-written with Eric Pfeffinger, has been translated into Russian and Portuguese and optioned by Warner Bros. He once took a pie in the face from Soupy Sales. A playwright and former professional stand-up comic, Harry is a member of the American Theatre Critics Association and has hosted events for Indy Reads, Storytelling Arts of Indiana and Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS.

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